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  1. Whilst sitting in class with Bob and Julie, they asked us what we would like to see taught next year.. Then I was asked if I could post it on the forums... So here you go.... Try to keep it real.....
  2. So everything is packed for tomorrow... and I had nothing better to do.... So I started a new project for when I get home.... he is 14 parts of bad, and I am cleaning mold lines, and pinning stuff together... His torso is resin, everything else is metal... (so it aint crap...) mold lines are small, but pinning is being interesting..... Going to use, I think, a Secret Weapon 'Skull Field' style base.... He's about 5" tall to the top of his head...... Maybe semi assembled pics later.... G
  3. knarthex

    Working on my Display case

    So as a lot of folks around these here electronic parts know, I have barely hobbied since ReaperCon, due to brain weasel infestation... So for the past few days, I have tried to ease my way back in by working on 'risers' for my display case... These are chunks of blue insulation foam, cut to fit on my table saw (what a mess it makes!) Then sprayed Grey with Stynylrez primer through my airbrush. Overall case: Started life as the 'wings' of an entertainment center, and I added the LED lights scavenged from work... Left side is still in progress... (Top to bottom) A lonely DDS2 a bare section that I sprayed the foam for tonight (The ex suggested that I put figures with a special value to me in it, old characters and such, likely, exchanges and gifts will end up in there as well, and the first 25mm mini that I ever painted. Rest will be underground critters and whatever else I can cram in there to get them off my bookcases....) Frostgrave terrain and warbands... Right side: Top is Demons and devils, Undead and pillars, and some of my medal wining Reapercon stuff Middle is some bigger things... Bottom is Giants and wilderness type critters.... Thanks for taking a peek! G
  4. Hey folks looking for some advice on a project I am hoping to accomplish for Reapercon '18... It won't let me quote in the 1st post, so the next will have the links... george WIP here
  5. So.... Back when I first joined the forums, I found a thread about a certain Goblin painting a limited edition Ral Partha figure that I happened to own, but had been sitting in a box for 15-20 years due to the 'I'm not good enough' syndrome.... Well I decided that I Was Good Enough and set to work, as chronicled by this so as at the time of being a noob arround here, I was very encouraged by the multiple responses that I got.... such as:
  6. An Australian documentary about the Bristol Beaufighter serving in the South West Pacific during WWII... Interesting for an American to see something like this, as most documentaries I see are either American, or British....
  7. so.... The painting funk has lasted for 4 months, and I need to get my cranium out of my anal orifice and start painting again.... Posted Thursday at 09:46 PM So.... While on the hangouts with some folks that play 40K, we have been talking about stuff, and I went to look for a figure that I knew I had, and didn't want, that @Chaoswolf thought was cool, and found the following: Now this is the basis for my mechanical Obliterators that I painted way back in 2003? and brought to Reapercon last year where they got a silver medal in the open category Speaking with one of the judges afterwards (@dks) we discussed them, and the painting dragged them down, as I said old paintjob... Well, with my painting funk in its 4th month, I was thinking that maybe, I could re do a new one from scratch, and with all the sculpting things I have learned, as well as painting techniques, I might be able to do better... Now Reaper forbids entering the same piece twice, but this would be a reprisal of something I did years ago.... Would this be legal as a new entry? @Heisler care to comment? George @Heisler's response As long as the entry is an entirely new piece and not one of those three then it would be a perfectly legal entry. My response... thanks @Heisler really hoping this will kick out the brain weasel painting funk! For some reason, I couldn't cross quote so.... It's gonna be ugly for a while.... the raw components: lots and lots of surface grinding with the Dremel tool, and sore fingers..... But hopefully, I've learne a bit about painting and sculpting since I did those guys, and this time, there will be only one....
  8. So people have been talking about airbrushing again, and since being on the hangout, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a live tutorial? I did some research with the help of the First Lady Thing & and the Forum Mascot, and it seems that the noise levels of needed equipment is low enough to not bother my household, or overpower the audio of the hangouts. (I can airbrush inside due to my airbrush station...) If people were interested, I would try to schedule it for a Friday or Saturday night, around 9pm EST. I would start with the basics, this is an airbrush, these are the parts of an airbrush. This is how I mix paint How I spray the paint How I control the spray of paint HOW I CLEAN THE AIRBRUSH Etc etc etc I think that people might be less intimidated by airbrushes if they could see something done live, and be able to ask questions. .. Disclaimer! I am NOT an expert, but would be more than willing to impart my meager knowledge... Maybe some experts could show us things as well. .. So chime in if you are interested! George Link for class, 7/1/2016: https://hangouts.google.com/hangouts/_/ldkk52klardgzouzdquzheyj7ye?hl=en&authuser=0 Class is over for 6/24/2016 Class is over for 7/1/2016 People are still hanging out as of 11pm est..... ***Wondering If anyone would be interested in my reprising this?***
  9. My daughter is participating in the HS Production of 'The Wizard of Oz' musical, and parents have been asked to help in any way they can, so I thought that maybe I could help by making the halberd heads from blue foam for the witch's guards.... so I just looked up pics of these guys to see what would be involved, and found this cool scratch built figure of one of the guards... Wizard of Oz “Winkie Guard” by Greg Mowry Posted on May 16, 2012 By Greg Mowry The Wicked Witch of the West’s bodyguard was recruited from the vicious war-like population of the western counties of Oz. The term “Winkie” was used by Frank Baum in the original “Oz” books. I made this 1/4 scale (18″ tall) statue after having the opportunity to study one of the two known existing Winkie costumes from the original movie. The body is sculpted from resin and “magic-sculpt” epoxy putty. The costume is made from hand painted wool felt like the original. The sleeves of the coat are crocheted wool like a cable-knit fisherman’s sweater, again like the original. The headdress, originally surplus cold stream guards’ bearskin bonnets, is made here in miniature from fine beaver fur. I made the spear point pattern by tracing the spear directly off the T.V. screen from a freeze frame from the DVD. I reduced it to proper 1/4 scale and fabricated it from 3 layers of styrene laminated together and finished with allclad chrome paint. How in the Lords of Lead's name can you make those things with foam?????? Maybe they would take regular halberd heads????? Just thought I would share....
  10. knarthex

    Valhalla....

    My daughter sent me this from a blog she showed me.... Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight. Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise! Oh my god, this is beautiful. A small child enters Valhalla. The battle they lost was “hiding from an alcoholic father.” Odin sees the flinch when he slams the cup and refrains from doing it again. He hears the child’s pain; no glorious battle this, but one of fear and wretched survival. He invites the child to sit with him, offers the choicest mead and instructs his men to bring a sword and shield, a bow and arrow, of the very best materials and appropriate size. “Here,” he says, “you will find no man who dares to harm you. But so you will know your own strength, and be happy all your days in Valhalla, I will teach you to use these weapons.” The sad day comes when another child enters the hall. Odin does not slam his cup; he simply beams with pride as the first child approaches the newcomer, and holds out her bow and quiver, and says “nobody here will hurt you. Everyone will be so proud you did your best, and I’ll teach you to use these, so you always know how strong you are.” ———— A young man enters the hall. He hesitates when Odin asks his story, but at long last, it ekes out: skinheads after the Pride parade. His partner got into a building and called for help. The police took a little longer than perhaps they really needed to, and two of those selfsame skinheads are in the hospital now with broken bones that need setting, but six against one is no fair match. The fear in his face is obvious: here, among men large enough to break him in two, will he face an eternity of torment for the man he left behind? Odin rumbles with anger. Curses the low worms who brought this man to his table, and regales him with tales of Loki so to show him his own welcome. “A day will come, my friend, when you seek to be reunited, and so you shall,” Odin tells him. “To request the aid of your comrades in battle is no shameful thing.” ———- A woman in pink sits near the head of the table. She’s very nearly skin and bones, and has no hair. This will not last; health returns in Valhalla, and joy, and light, and merrymaking. But now her soul remembers the battle of her life, and it must heal. Odin asks. And asks again. And the words pour out like poisoned water, things she couldn’t tell her husband or children. The pain of chemotherapy. The agony of a mastectomy, the pain still deeper of “we found a tumor in your lymph nodes. I’m so sorry.” And at last, the tortured question: what is left of her? Odin raises his flagon high. “What is left of you, fair warrior queen, is a spirit bright as fire; a will as strong as any forged iron; a life as great as any sea. Your battle was hard-fought, and lost in the glory only such furor can bring, and now the pain and fight are behind you.“ In the months to come, she becomes a scop of the hall–no demotion, but simple choice. She tells the stories of the great healers, Agnes and Tanya, who fought alongside her and thousands of others, who turn from no battle in the belief that one day, one day, the war may be won; the warriors Jessie and Mabel and Jeri and Monique, still battling on; the queens and soldiers and great women of yore. The day comes when she calls a familiar name, and another small, scarred woman, eyes sunken and dark, limbs frail, curly black hair shaved close to her head, looks up and sees her across the hall. Odin descends from his throne, a tall and foaming goblet in his hands, and stuns the hall entire into silence as he kneels before the newcomer and holds up the goblet between her small dark hands and bids her to drink. “All-Father!” the feasting multitudes cry. “What brings great Odin, Spear-Shaker, Ancient One, Wand-Bearer, Teacher of Gods, to his knees for this lone waif?” He waves them off with a hand. “This woman, LaTeesha, Destroyer of Cancer, from whom the great tumors fly in fear, has fought that greatest battle,” he says, his voice rolling across the hall. “She has fought not another body, but her own; traded blows not with other limbs but with her own flesh; has allowed herself to be pierced with needles and scored with knives, taken poison into her very veins to defeat this enemy, and at long last it is time for her to put her weapons down. Do you think for a moment this fight is less glorious for being in silence, her deeds the less for having been aided by others who provided her weapons? She has a place in this great hall; indeed, the highest place.” And the children perform feats of archery for the entertainment of all, and the women sing as the young man who still awaits his beloved plays a lute–which, after all, is not so different from the guitar he once used to break a man’s face in that great final fight. Valhalla is a place of joy, of glory, of great feasting and merrymaking. And it is a place for the soul and mind to heal. literal tears in my eyes omg This is a very beautiful thought, but Valhalla isn’t the only grand hall one can go to for their afterlife; I’d love to hear stories as beautiful as this for other halls. There is a young girl, her body frail and small. The girl bares the marks of so many scars, so many beatings from her broken home. Every night was a constant fight to stay safe, every day at school, she had to say her bruises were from playing too hard. Her teachers would look at her, but not see what was happening, and the girl kept suffering. She hardly had a childhood before her mother took it from her one night, a drug induced rage that ended her life far too soon. The girl enters the hall of Folkvangr, sobbing at every step. The goddess Freya, ethereal and lovely, sits upon a golden throne at the highest point of the hall. Freya is concerned, her brows furrowed. “Why do you cry, child?” she asks, her voice rings like a thousand bells, echoing through the mighty hall. The little girl hiccups, she fidgets and hides her scars, “you are so beautiful, and I’m afraid I’m too ugly to be here.” Freya descends from her throne, gliding and golden like the passing of sunlight through trees. She kneels in front of the girl and embraces her. “Dear child, I am the Vanadis Freya, goddess of beauty and battle. I have the first choice of the slain, and I chose you. You are beautiful and your fight is over. You have a home with me now. I will teach you to fight so that you never need to be afraid again, and I will love you no matter what.” The girl looks up and sees the faces of gently smiling women and girls of all ages and colors behind the goddess. She knows that she has gained many mothers and grandmothers and sisters. The girl knows that for the first time since she can remember, she will finally be loved. There is an old man with old wounds. He fought in war to protect everyone, only to come home to poverty and sadness. The old man lived the final days of his life on a bench in the park, and no one mourned him. When he wakes up, he is in a dark house, made of stone. Snow falls sleepily outside. There are cheery little candles on top of many stout wooden tables in the great room. A tall pale woman sits with a black dog at one of these tables. There are people all around; eating, laughing, playing games like old friends. The house is loud and merry with fellowship. A call rings out over all the noise. “Good to see ya pal! Come sit with us!” A younger man beckons towards the old man, and he reluctantly joins the youngster and his companions at the table. Many of the men and women at the table pat him on the back. The lady’s dog curls up at his feet. One of them even pushes their bowl of hot stew to the old man. The old timer enjoys the warmth in his bones, the thought of not going to sleep hungry fills him up with happiness that makes his eyes sting with the icy bite of tears. “I appreciate it all, but surely this is a mistake. I don’t know you all” the old man is afraid that now they will shoo him away, like so many others. Instead, the lady with the dog kindly grasps his hand, her face melts in understanding. “This is Helheim, and in Helheim, we are all remembered. I am Hel. You are among friends now. You will never go hungry, you will never be alone again.” Time passes, and the old man has made many friends in Helheim. Some nights, when the snow falls hardest, a new person will appear, shy and uncertain. The old man always rises from his seat, always certain to have a warm drink in both hands. The old man gives the newcomer his friendliest smile and says, “Good to see ya pal, come sit with us.” Two young men, both in love. They hoped to get married, but then the doctors said the two worst words you could ever hear. The sickness ravaged one of them, and broke the heart of the other. The sick man barely recognized himself in the mirror anymore, and the other felt like he was drowning in helplessness. Months later, it’s the night of the funeral for the sick man. His lover clings to photos of them together. He can’t see through the hurt, he can’t find it in himself to do anything but cry. His entire body aches with how much he misses his lover. The young man turns to cheap gas station beers to drown out the pain. Driving home with too many open cans on the floor, he hits a deer and tumbles into a ditch. He finds himself on the ground in a golden forest, with trees arching so high into the sky, he can barely see the tops. The falling leaves dance to the song of the gentle winds, and the sunlight plays over everything in sight. He realises its not the wind singing; there’s the melody of many singing voices carried on the breeze. The young man follows it to a bright clearing in the woods. Many people are there, making flower crowns and laughing. The heady smells of wine and cooking meat wafts around him. At the front of the crowd is a man in rich finery, laughing with all the rest. The air is alight with joy and the sounds of bells. But most importantly of all is his boyfriend, glowing with health, covered in flowers and smiling. Hope this touches you all as much as it did me... George
  11. So things were a little rushed in getting this finished a week ago, and I never did have the time to do a proper show off... And as final assembly didn't happen until Thursday afternoon..... and the results.... Thanks for all the fun, comments and following along with this!!!!!! George Forgot to link the WiP.....
  12. See this post... I just tried something new, but have talked about it here and there, about using Greenstuff to sculpt stuff that you want to paint, but before assembly.... It seems to work! Can't seem to get it to quote across threads....
  13. knarthex

    Knarthex Paints the 'Girlblin'

    So, The very first mini I pulled out of the BOGW when I got it, was a Malifaux mini.... As soon as I saw it, I knew how I had to paint it! So I give you @Sylverthorne the Girlblin! Hope you like it!!!!!! George Abbreviated WIP here (Didn't have time to record everything with the need to get it done for Wednesday.....)
  14. For Science! So while speaking to Pezler the Secret Enabler last week on the hangouts, I mentioned a tool that Micro Mark sells for scraping Seams on models that I had seen, and I decided it looked like just the thing for removing mold lines on Bones minis. As you can see from the last pic, the 'blade' is fairly long and reversible. The idea is to lay the flat part of the triangular blade on the seam and pull / push it along to scrape off the seam, or in our case, mold line. So I tested it out on the bottom of a Bones Sea Lion base... I scraped the "C2013" off that was next to Reaper miniatures... So far, so good, it does flats well.... Then I pulled Knarthex down from the shelf of waiting, and tried it on some of the scutes mold lines under the tail... It may still require some sanding with fine grit sanding sticks or sand paper... sorry about the pics, it isn't easy to photograph naked Bones.... And like any other tool, it will need some practice to use it well.... Overall, for the price, I consider it a useful tool for working on softer material minis. still need to try it out on plastics and metal.... George here is a link to the original photobucket site...
  15. So my painter's entry is done.... Provided of course, that no one sees anything that I mucked up.... Kill The Maggots! Thanks for looking and commenting! Wip here G
  16. knarthex

    Wyrd Gremlinette

    So the BOGW arrived here earlier this week, and caused a whole bunch of trouble.... The very first mini I pulled out of the box, is the one this wip is about.... The same thing happened last year when I pulled an anthropomorphic duck from that box....... So I cleaned her up, primed her, base coated the skin with WC Olive 5, put some WC one coat Beige in her eyes, then some WC Red 1 over that... and there it stands for the moment... Wonder if I can get her done by con....
  17. Glitterwolf

    IMPFESTATION by Glitterwolf

    Not all was peace and quiet in the forest. Lately a group of little demons had infested the place. These Imps, Hordlings or whatever they were called, harassed the little animals, the fairies and they damaged the trees and the mushrooms. Even the Grand Mushroom watched in horror how they terrorized the Forest, but he could do nothing. One day the Imps captured one of the fairies and beat her up. She could barely escape and she fled crying. Almost leaving the forest, she came by a small dirt road, and she noticed a cart coming. Quickly she hid between the bushes. A wizard passed by, contemplating his latest spells, a cart filled with supplies. The donkey pulling the cart, was in no hurry it seemed. Slowly it passed by. The fairy looked at the cart, she sneaked into the back. The wizard didn't notice the little fairy rummaging through his supplies, he was too caught up in his spells. Suddenly the fairy noticed a bottle, the label said: Gigantic Growth. Feeling her blood rising to her cheeks she stole the bottle and hopped off the cart. She went back into the forest. The Imps saw her coming and started laughing. Clearly this one hadn't had enough! The fairy drank the potion, all of it, and in a moment she started to grow. One Imp said...this can't be good! The next moment the fairy had her revenge, she trampled the first Imp into the ground and chased the others. Even the Grand Mushroom felt sorry for the Imps now! For those interested WIP here: http://forum.reapermini.com/index.php?/topic/71076-impfestation-by-xherman1964-mushroom-fairy-and-imps/ Components: Base - was a gift from the Awesome Knarthex! The Grand Mushroom - Sculpted and also a gift from Malefactus!!! Yes, the forum is full of wonderful people. Fairy - Hasslefree Fairies Wear Boots. Imps - Bones Hordlings and the little Drow Imp from Reaper's Familiar Pack IX. Little Mushrooms - Resin from Ristul's Market. Hope you like it.
  18. So this guy got finished, so that he can get to Con.... Thanks for looking! G Wip here
  19. So having gotten in a few games of Frostgrave, I have decided that my warband was not optimal...... I decided to add the armored master crossbowman, (Can't remember his title...) and got a hold of 03116: Black Legionnaire w/ Crossbow, with one of my orders for the minis of the month... As I have not had any motivation to paint, I have tried a couple times to get my mojo going, and did some base coating on this guy... Hoping he adds some ranged punch to my group.... Thanks for looking! G
  20. So whilst searching for something completely different, I ran across an article in Fine Scale Modler Magazine by a guy painting WW1 aircraft... Why is this important? The article is on how to do a quick woodgrain on smooth surfaces... He painted the floor with Tamiya Buff, then Gloss cote. after it dried, he ran streaks of W&N Burnt Umber, then did things to them.... Total time, less drying, he claims 10 minutes.... So I am going to try it out, and as my test I took a tounge depressor and primed white, steel wooled, primed again, (to minimize any actual wood grain) Painted VMC Tan Earth onn part, Birch on another part, then GlossCoted... Tommorrow will be the Burnt Umber.... (After I re read the article a time or 3....) George
  21. Was working in the garage today and ran across a camera chip with the label DragonCon 2003 on it, and thought the nostalgia buffs might get a kick... A friend took these way back when....
  22. knarthex

    Chickens?

    Does anyone know of barnyard chicken minis? Thanks G
  23. So... As the brain weasels have been keeping me from my painting for the last couple of months, time to get it in gear.... So I am going to try and get this guy ready for con, so please point out errors etc... Face is SC75 Arabic Flesh, Basic Flesh, Golden Skin, with a 50% each intermediate steps Eyes are GW Scorched Brown, SC F&G Purity White, and GW Snot Green Hair MSP Blond Shadow Inner tunic,hat, and boots are SC F&G Decay Black Outer tunic is SC WF SS Camo Shadow, and Field Grey 50% Pants are GW Snakebite Leather So please point out issues that you see.... Still early stages... Thanks! G
  24. @Heisler When using part of a building in a diorama, should it be complete? I plan on having a corner of a building in an "L" shape, the building would, in reality, be multi storey, but I am only interested in the outer walls of the ground floor. Should I put a flat "roof" and connect the back to make a solid , Or is it okay to leave the room open? Thanks G
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